Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Can,
Hoover,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Minor Threat,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.